The car screeched to a halt on the wet gravel driveway.
Mark flung the door open and sprinted toward the entrance steps.
The grand front doors were standing slightly open in the wind.
He rushed inside and heard loud noises coming from upstairs.
Mark: Victoria! Where are you?
His voice echoed through the high ceilings of the foyer.
He ran up the marble stairs, taking two steps at once.
When he reached the study, the room was completely tossed apart.
Papers were scattered across the carpet like fallen autumn leaves.
The floor safe stood wide open and completely empty.
Mark: No, this cannot be happening right now!
He heard a faint cry coming from the east wing corridor.
It was Leo's voice ringing through the quiet floor.
Mark ran as fast as his feet could carry him down.
He reached the luxury master bathroom at the hallway's end.
The heavy glass door was shut tight, with water running inside.
Through the glass, he saw Victoria standing near the vanity.
She was holding the original trust papers over a lit candle.
In her other hand, she held the key to Leo's room.
Mark: Stop right there, Victoria! What are you doing?
Victoria turned around slowly with a cold smile on her face.
Victoria: I am burning your son's future into ash.
Mark: Open this door immediately!
Victoria: Now you will finally know what loss feels like!
Mark threw his shoulder against the heavy glass door with force.
The metal frame creaked loudly under his powerful impact.
Victoria stepped back into the glass shower enclosure with the papers.
She laughed as the first corner of the folder caught fire.
Mark pushed with all his weight until the lock finally snapped.